Chimney Rock and Ute Mountain in Southwest Colorado, Feb 2011

Chimney Rock and Ute Peak in Southwest Colorado, taken Feb 9th 2011.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Photos from June

Over the last few weeks since my last post I've been to many places and settled into a rhythm of driving, parking, biking, exploring, biking, sleeping, waking, driving. No great revelations. No thoughtful insights. Settling into a driving life of sorts. As usual, click on any of the photos to get a larger view of it.

Diamond Bar California, a suburb of Los Angeles and a central distribution hub with plenty of warehouses.

The Mojave desert in southern California.

Driving into Salt Lake after a rainstorm.

Twin Falls Idaho, the Snake River Canyon. Evel Knievel jumped this canyon just a half mile up-river. Incredible canyon, 600 feet down with shear basalt cliffs and then a little green paradise at the bottom. Apparently this bridge is the only place in America at which BASE jumpers can jump any day of the year without a permit. I saw a few poised on the edge as I drove over.

The Wasatch range near Ogden.

Western Wyoming, greener than I've ever seen it. Lots of rain this year. Global Climate Change. You gotta love it baby. Some places are winners (western Wyoming). Some places are losers (west Texas).

Graffiti in a men's room in Lincoln Nebraska. The little text at the end says "sadly not once in my lifetime". Yes. Sadly.


Same Men's room. No explanation needed.

The Missouri river flooding thousands of acres of farmland south of Lincoln Nebraska. Businesses in the area, but still above the water, had piled up dirt around their buildings about ten feet high in anticipation of the water rising higher.

Your's truly in a corn field in Nebraska. Or was it Iowa?

A guy I met in Cheyenne, Wyoming who I thought looked like he was from the same clan as me. Sure enough, he was of eastern European descent.

The view straight up from the inside of a large human-torso-shaped sculpture in downtown Des Moines, Iowa in the middle of the night. This was a ten mile bike ride into town, and ten miles back out. Yes, I was beat by the time I got back to the truck.

The Holy Family Shrine in Gretna, Nebraska. I've seen this building from I-80 since February and finally had the time to stop and visit. Incredible building. So much thought built into it.

Though a tenth the size, it 'felt' as spiritual walking in as any of the great cathedrals of Europe.

A young recent Russian immigrant to Virginia Beach in her usual bicycling attire. What a nice beach town Virginia Beach is.

The Tarragon, Oregano and Basil I'm growing on my truck. Unfortunately, the Oregano has since bit the dust. Nothing like having some fresh herbs on a sandwich.
A portion of the Doctor Seuss memorial in Springfield, Massachusetts.